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Elbrus At Night Painting

Victor Chaika

Belarus

Painting, Oil on Other

Size: 15.7 W x 20.1 H x 0.1 D in

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Technical information: Material/medium: Hardboard 3,2mm. Master Class Oil Paints, St-Petersburg, natural high-quality pigments. Tolls: brush The main image of the painting was taken using a photo scanner Epson v370 with 600dpi density And now a little story (Part 3. ''Night''): This is the last of three paintings with this view, written in a day. The other two I wrote at dawn and at noon. (These are the previous two paintings in my portfolio, with the previous parts of the story) That summer I was a guide in climbing Elbrus from the South. I usually work on the North Side. But this season I spent most of the summer on the South side. In between the groups, I lived in a hotel in the Cheget glade in the Baksan gorge. 2100 m. From my balcony there was a great view of Elbrus. I brought with me all the materials for painting and hardboard panels. On my balcony (my room was on the fourth floor), two paintings painted today were already drying up against the wall. It was getting dark. I went to have dinner at a small cozy cafe with a good view of the summit. I love traditional Kabardino-Balkarian dishes, and I like sitting at dinner on the terrace of a cafe and looking at the mountain. When it gets dark and the stars take over the sky, I want to arrange a conversation with them. The night view of this mountain is the most important. After all, everything starts here at night. Now I was eating khychins and looking at the mountain. I had to understand what colors I want to have at hand so as not to think about it in the moment. It was past midnight. I wanted to wait for the moment when I saw the headlights on the slope. This will mean that the night has begun - people came out to the top. The group wakes up at midnight. At one o'clock in the morning, or at two o'clock, the test begins. If you don't use a snowcat, then you start at 3800 and the summit is at 5642. It's too far, too high and too long. Leaving at this time, the group can return only in the evening. And every year there are those who could not return ... alive. You don't know what awaits you upstairs. There may be sunshine and tranquility like this afternoon. But there could be hell. However, the dream justifies everything. You leave the camp and work your best. In the night sky, clear and frosty, the stars, like nails, pierce the sky and look right into your face. Sometimes the cold does not allow you to stop and rest. Sometimes, the wind tries to stop you and blow you off the slope. Sometimes the sun tries to rip the meat off your bones, which are still moving. Above five thousand, if you sit down to rest, you fall asleep almost immediately, but soon you wake up, trying to breathe in deeply, because during a nap you don't have enough of your usual breath. You will meet the dawn on the way. You will see a huge dark triangle on the horizon. And you will not immediately understand what it is, because you have never seen such a thing before. And this is the shadow of this giant volcano in the sky, it covers part of the sky from the sun that appeared above the horizon. You will be perplexed, finding yourself on the saddle, between two peaks, at an altitude of 5300, when the dome of the Western Summit appears in front of your gaze, and you will have to climb it when your strength is already running out, and you still need a reserve to return back. But when you reach the summit plateau and on its other edge you see the cherished small hill of the summit, you will go to it with other forces. Like a child. For a dream. At this moment, you will not be left with what you are not. Only the present will remain in you ... The stars lit up. Ursa Major and Ursa Minor are already over the Mountain. And so, the first bright points of headlights appeared on the slope. It has began! It's time! In moments like this, I don't think. I just hammer paint into the surface. Just like I hammer mountain boots into a snowy slope, or cats into the ice when I walk to the top and lead people. Night on Elbrus. For some, it's the only one in life. Someone has the last one. And for some, this is life. Location Coordinates: 43.246342, 42.524104

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Painting:Oil on Other

Original:One-of-a-kind Artwork

Size:15.7 W x 20.1 H x 0.1 D in

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I was born in Belarus, in Minsk. Then I learned to walk. A little later I learned to dive to the depth with one breath. Then I got into the mountains and It became part of my home, as well as the depths of the seas and oceans. I started taking people to the mountains as a guide. I like to share with them the most that I have. Sometimes I teach someone to dive and together we enjoy the depth and beauty of the ocean. Then I learned to fly a paraglider, and the sky also became my home and necessity. Element. Wildlife. People. With whom we manage to share really big steps and dreams. Roads. Countries. Wild landscapes and adventures. I never thought what and how to draw or paint, and whether it is worth it. Since childhood. My art is the result of spontaneous living. This is not an end in itself. This is an irresistible consequence. I just draw and paint how I feel and need it. I don't want to be guided by styles and trends, become hostage to this or that technique or niche. I don’t want to look back at tradition, fashion and praise. I want to always remain honest with myself, people and Nature, the nature of everything. If, having felt and discovered something that shocked and delighted you, you can "keep silent", then don't start painting. But I can't... I use different tools and types of paint and materials. Depends on time, location and availability. I can arrive with a full oil painting backpack and climb high in the mountains or in the sands, or sit in the middle of a stormy sea trying to translate the rumble into color. But in jail, it might just be a pen and pencil. No matter. Oil, watercolor, acrylic, various graphic tools. I think that the main thing is not this, but what has become too much to stay inside you, and what you want to share with other people. And is it there. I consider it magic when it is possible to make the world common like this, at least in the space of the picture. But still, my Queen has always been and is - oil paints. When we once again rise to the top of a large mountain, and I am leading the group, there, behind the clouds, on the summit plateau, I let them go forward, I like to see how they reach that cherished point to which we worked so long and hard. And I think this is a great Victory when in them, in people, then there is something else, besides just a photo from the top. Up there, nothing remains of them, whatever they are. People. All unnecessary - flew away along the way.

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